TaLabun - Gullywood | Текст песни

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My yout this is a rude boy hood
Don’t talk too much if U don wanna be slewed
Don’t get rude living in da Gullywood
Dem stab U with a shank even for food
No Robin Good ting dem on a hype ting
Life mandem live not a right ting
Get rich or die trying don’t listen to a lie
Mothers are crying cos their kids die
Skeng man mode guns are reloaded
click clack risky road
We’re cold blooded outa control
Ama like a terrorist bomb ready to explode
Betta slow down, take off Ur crown
U gonna be taken out of da town
Don’t come around dem blow U over
U don wanna find Urself under da ground

Mandem chat shit dem smoking weed
It’s Gullywood x3
Dem rob cribs dem steal whips
In Gullywood x3
Gallem suck dicks too many pricks
It’s Gullywood x3
Dem are just kids dem come to no good
In Gullywood x3

Gullywood, Babylon, Badmanabad
Criminal hood, mandem are mad
Black hoody, black body bag
Big Gorillas dem don’t give a fuck
Bombolcot gallem, sex, heavy drugs
Rasklaat mandem pimp local sluts
Bredrin, cozzie, blud, fam
What slang do U speak? Where’re U from?
Gully U know many mandem
Gyallis U’ve fucked many gallem
U’re liar, never been on streets
Never been U with a gyal’ never jump on beats
Hustling
Money’s rustling
Don’t make me laugh
U ain’t hustler